the story of my life!
but the ripple of tears
And the agony of my heart
Wouldn't let me!
I began to stutter
saying a word here and there
And all along I felt
as tender as a crystal
ready to be shattered!
In this stormy sea
We call life!
All the big ships
Come apart, board by board,
How can I survive riding a lonely little boat?
with no oars and no arms.
My boat did finally break by the waves
And I broke free as I tied myself to a single board.
Though the panic is gone
I am now offended
Why should I be so helpless?
Rising with one wave and falling with the next?
I don't know if I am non-existence, while I exist
but I know for sure,
When I am, I am not
When I am not I am.
Now how can I be skeptic about the resurrection?
And coming to life again?
Since in this world I have manytimes
Like my own imagination died and been born again.
That is why after long and agonising life as a hunter
I finally let go and got hunted down and became free!
(Jelaluddin Rumi)
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